Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.